“The blood of a lamb is worth two lions.” for alice !!
fall out boy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @marchellas // marchella ( mentions of @chmerical )
AN EARLY MORNING will not defeat her! Disentangling herself from limbs and changing from oversized things into uniform shaped things, Alice moves with the certainty of someone who's slipped out of many places, creeping from their dorm rooms that hold her things, a yawn shielded by a waving hand, a tired-eyed look. Fingers combing through blonde on blonde, bent at the waist in the elevator so that she could hook on her shoes properly, adjust at the waist of her skirts. At least, as she notes in a sighing text message, she won't be there long. There's still yet so many things to do!
And even if she was the one left absent of a pocket watch and an anxiety for timing, she's got places to be and things to do! Another message sent ; dear hare, are you well? Did the curious cat take care of her? Both pretty things all wrapped in endless allure! Hoping that things have come TO SETTLE DOWN despite the threat of it coming to consume whole the heart, the pitter-pattering anxiety of who was fucking who and for what reason. Alice, well, she could keep track and keep score, but why not instead pour tea and listen instead - which she's got at the ready, when Marchella finally strides in.
“The blood of a lamb is worth two lions.”
The sound of her tongue clicks at the roof of her mouth. "Is that what we're calling it?" no tease, no lull - she thinks the hare's had enough after everything, poor shape shifter, already HAULED OUT before the masses for what ought to have been a private affair. Is the rabbit and the bandersnatch then, but lions? What a funny thought! "I think that there's lots of ways to view this. Ride side up or upside down! At the end of it. Really. It's just... did you want to? The rest of it is just consequence. You can't skewer them for your own innocence. Look how terribly that turned out. Maybe... the best route is the one where you feel happy to claim each choice as your own." that mad smile, spreading wider. "Or don't! I'm not your mother. Do what you want to!"